The paper ripped harshly between his fingers, piece after piece, his expression darkening with each motion. His jaw was locked, his eyes cold with anger.
Without saying a word, he shoved everything back into the bag—containers, cutlery, everything—his movements rough and impatient.
Then he grabbed the bag, turned sharply, and started toward the door.
She hurried after him and grabbed his arm.
“What are you doing?”
Her fingers tightened around his sleeve as she tried to stop him, stepping in front of him to block his way. With her other hand, she reached for the bag, trying to pull it from his grip.
Magnus reacted instantly.
He caught her wrist mid-air, his fingers wrapping tightly around it, stopping her.
“I told you to stay away from that asshole,” he snapped. “He’s not a good man.”
His jaw was clenched, the muscles ticking as he stared down at her.
Sophia frowned, her brows pulling tight as she tried to yank her hand free. His grip didn’t loosen easily.
“My life is none of your business,” she shot back. “He sent it for me. This is between him and me.”
Magnus’s lips curled, his gaze turning colder. For a brief second, his fingers tightened around her wrist before he abruptly let go.
“Eating food from other men will make you sick,” he growled.
He lifted the bag, holding it away from his body as if it were something dirty.
“I already ordered good food for you. It’ll be here any minute,” he added, his voice hardening. “Eat that. Not this fucking garbage.”
His voice rose at the end, snapping through the air.
Sophia’s chest rose with anger, her lips parting to fire back—
—but he had already turned away.
His movements were rough, impatient. He snatched his phone off the counter in one swift motion and strode toward the door without a second glance.
“Magnus!”
She spun around and hurried after him, frustration spilling over.
But he didn’t slow down.
He yanked the door open and walked out, still holding the bag away from himself like it disgusted him, his face set in clear irritation.
The door slammed shut behind him.
The sound rang through the house, loud and jarring.
Sophia stopped in the middle of the room, her steps faltering as she stared at the closed door. For a second, she just stood there, frozen—disbelief flickering across her face.
Then anger surged in.
“Are you serious?!” she shouted after him, even though she knew he was already gone. “Stop acting like that! You’re not my boss!”
Her voice echoed back at her.
